You can live.
Or you can leave.
But, whatever you do,
It has to be your own choice.
Cause, if somebody else is pulling the strings,
& you’re just living for the sake of not dying;
Then you’re a coward; as good as dead.
& your living on has zero meaning, anyway.
The freedom to make your own decisions;
& the courage to make your own mistakes;
Are the core requirements of life.
If you don’t have that,
Then what do you have?
This poem is in response to the daily post: Daring.
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